When my husband, Michael, became distant, I confided in my best friend, Anna. She reassured me it was nothing, but the truth was far worse—he was cheating on me with her.
After discovering their betrayal, I filed for divorce, taking half of his assets and starting over. I found happiness with Daniel, a kind man who treated me with the respect I deserved.
A year later, I ran into Michael and Anna at a gas station, struggling with their broken car and financial issues. Their perfect life had crumbled.
Karma had struck, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing I was better off without them.
